The Purpose of Life
By Issac Y
Published 24 March 2023
The birds chirp the heavenly songs of the angels.
I slowly walk into the forest of our land and hear the snapping of tree limbs, As I wonder.
Sitting on the rusted seats. I sit and wonder, does my life have purpose? Others try to find happiness while
Others strive to succeed. But does my life have purpose? I look up and witness the cockatoos,
Flying from treetop to treetop, as I wonder. I open my notebook, and begin to write, what life means.
The sweet scent of flowers ride into my nose.
What is the meaning of life, if the hooded figure of death, always finds us and takes us?
The golden sunrays shine through the branches.
As I wonder. The old, frail leaf glides down, landing on my hand. As I wonder,
How long does it have left?